Serbia Thawed

Absence of warmth infinite.
Horizon timeline unknown.
I compose chilled air with every breath.
My hand moves through a curve carefully.
Drawing circle lines creating an reaction near the silk.
With lips dry I risk frostbite touching angles of attraction.
Heartbeats intensify and warmth appears.
Radiant heat pulses through.
Droplets form and follow gravities command.
Silk support becomes pliable and disappears.
The chill of nerves replaces the cold.
Movements follow an unpracticed rhythm of composed air.
Nails claw for a favorite spot.
The Horizon accelerates at an unknown speed.
The face of love reveals its heat and shines brightly against me.

Stretched Thought

Don't say what I am.
Describe my existence.
My interaction with meaning.
Make me more valuable in a reality.
I desire to be defined and described, not specified.
Trying gets replaced by doing.
The connections become apparent, obvious.
I can finally be delivered.

Pretense Pretending

Presumed conditions run through my mind.
Guarded from the peeking into the depths of self.
I project my favorite image.
I think for everyone.
Every possible outcome is mentated.
Self gets lost in fear, hidden only to be revealed when the projector is turned off.
Its to dark to be revealed, not comfortable in the light.
It dims progressively in the light, reduced to even lower levels.
Acceptance can be the only outcome.
Myself can only be experienced, lived through other selves.